Continuing the report :-
We all walked into the male changing room and followed the manager into a section that was round a corner. As we were approaching this area it was obvious where we were making for and my wife had removed her top and skirt and handed them to me by the time we arrived there. When the manager turned round he was speechless, all could manage to say was wow.
I must admit I am immensely proud of my wife's` physic and to see her stood there with her toned body made me feel both very lucky and proud.
It was obvious that the manager was absolutely speechless and my wife broke the silence by saying she would start by demonstrating the strength of her legs. She stood on top a nearby bench seat and standing on one leg bent the other leg out while I steadied her then she asked him to sit on the calf of her bent leg. This he did and he couldn't say a word. She then sat on the bench seat and stretched out one leg in front of her and and asked him to sit on the shin of her leg. He immediately obliged and when he lifted his feet off the ground all her thigh muscles started to quiver. She asked him to stay in that position until she told him otherwise. Even I was surprised at the length of time she held that position and the sight of seeing every thigh muscle quivering in the extreme and the strain on her face even turned me on. It seemed an age before she said OK. She remarked that that was the result of extreme daily exercise in the gym and cycling.
She then said “ by the way, before we go any further, I must mention that as well as being a fitness freak I am also an extreme pain freak so lets continue”
She then remarked that the next muscle was much more interesting. She told the manager that she has a pain proof vagina (the result of almost daily training with some of the most cruel self inflicted insertions imaginal plus help from me with a VERY stiff toilet brush among other things} and that he must not hold back in any way when she tells him to start. She then gave him instruction to start fisting her asking for it harder and harder eventually telling him to stop and see if he can do better with two hands and she will let him know when she can feel something. After a time she asked if there was a cupboard in the room with the cleaners equipment in it. When told there was, she asked me to get something interesting out of it that I thought would push her to her limit. I came back with a scrubbing brush to which the manager remarked that would be impossible. My wife's reply was "nothing is impossible". She gave the brush to the manager and told him to get on with the job of cleaning the place out with no holds barred. She threatened that if he did not do a thorough cleaning job she would call it a day and go home. This time he set to work with gusto and did a good job on it while she lay there expressionless as if nothing was happening. Eventually after what seemed an age she said "let me know when you are tired and I will get my husband to finish the job off". After more rough cleaning he handed the brush to me.
I of course know her limits, or I should say lack of any limits, so I then asked how she will let me know she has reached her limit. Her reply was "We will see who gives in first". I then asked her to let me know when she was ready, she did some deep breathing and I could tell she was preparing herself mentally because she knew what to expect from me and I in turn was determined to push her to the limit, if that was possible. I know from experience she has a very high pain threshold and finds it very hard to say stop. Eventually, after what seemed an age, she almost shouted the word “go” and I noticed she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. I knew it would probably be impossible to get her to submit as knowing her as I do, I knew she would feel humiliated to submit in front of a stranger. I plunged the brush in as far and as fast as I could and proceeded to pump it relentlessly twisting it from time to time. She gave nothing away from her expression, she just lay there, with her eyes closed and teeth gritted. and let me continue relentlessly. I continued to plunge it in with full power as fast as possible and twisted it at the same time but she just lay there expressionless. Eventually I had to admit defeat and bent over her and gave her a kiss and whispered in her ear. I then turned to the manager and asked for a cloth from the cleaning cupboard and told him I would clean her up internally with it to show that there is no blood to prove just how tough her vagina is. Finally I grabbed her pussy lips with both hands and attempted to lift her up, remarking that she is pain proof. Her reply was "well you both tried but you didn't try hard enough".
My wife then turned to the manager and asked how we were for time as she had more to demonstrate. I didn't want someone to walk in on us and I was aware he had a job to do so I suggested we finish for today but asked what the best time would be for us to make use of the pool. He suggested one particular evening in the week when a group of young men meet regularly every week. He mentioned that it is a male only night so if we came on that night wearing the costumes we had previously described it would be fine and in any case a number of the young men seemingly wear the same type of costume as I do and he was sure there would be no objections if my wife came, even though it is supposed to a male only night. My wife put her skirt and top on, we made a note of the date for the pool night and we left leaving a very happy hotel manager.
We will continue this report at the first opportunity.
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